Avid readers, we went to check out the gated community yesterday. The terrible Goddess feels that a secure environment will be needed soon. (Now who can tell me why? Answers on a very tiny postcard please. Lo, TG Ed.)
While she was off gathering more acolytes [they have no idea what power is soon to be unleashed on the neighbourhood] I snuck off to the marina.
I think I've come up with a viable plan.
Opposite us is millionaires row, with sweeping lawns down to the water. So, if I vault over the railings, dive into the water, swim across to the other side, clamber out and sneak up a rich man's back passage, I'll make it to freedom. Preparation is needed however:-
1. Buy wet suit
2. Learn to swim
3. Buy a plastic bag to put my possession in.
4. Get a long stick and a spotted hankie
5. Have an operation on my herniated disc to facilitate vaulting
6. Cast a spell on this blog so the TG will forget she ever read it (What blog? Lo TG Ed.)
All doable - easy peasy .................hee hee.
I shall go and see either Lizza or Nursemyra as neither of them understands me, and I might stand a chance of a free meal or two before light dawns.
So, if when out driving, you see an old man in a wet suit, with badgered hair, less than the prescribed number of teeth, sporting a dashing goatee and a stick over his shoulder with a red spotted bundle tied to the end, there's a fair chance it might be me.
Forthcoming article- 'Sighs Matter' - listening out for warning signs.
